Trister sits in for Brent at the last minute and shines.
First Set
Feel Like a Stranger
Pretty Peggy-O
Cassidy
Dire Wolf
Little Red Rooster
Second
Tennessee Jed
She Belongs To Me
China Cat Sunflower->
I Know You Rider
Samson & Delilah
He's Gone->
Other One->
Wharf Rat->
Around and Around
Notes
This night was not to be like other Deadstein nights. About 1:45 p.m.
I returned Larry Brent's phone call from work only to find out he is pretty sick and was
not going to make it. Now he must have been pretty sick because he's has driven through
rain, sleet and snow to get to a Deadstein jam. His last words to me were, "Why Don't
you get Trister?"
At about 1:46 p.m. I reached Trister on his cell phone as he was on
I-95 in Connecticut and he was enthusiastic about the opportunity to play with us. He
loves jamming and he felt like getting away from his wife and Deadstein is the perfect
Bedrock Fire Department. I immediatley gave him the address, he made a quick right turn to
get to his house and pick up his axe and amp and he was off to finish his 9 to 5 before
heading into the Big Apple. It was wonderful how well that all went. A good day was
turning into a great day. If I knew how to, I would have played the lottery.
Lots of good stuff happened during the day and the Deadstein
featuring Trister was the icing on the cake.
There was virtually no traffic in or out. The last 15 month of my
work paid off this morning as bid we were working on save the MCMUA an estimated $2.25
million over the next two years. To boot, I got a new chair from Kevy on my way home and
in the word of Tony the Tiger, "It's Great!!!!!" I feel as if I can post all
night.
Besides Trister, the only real guest was Spillboy. He came loaded
with Jack and no one minds a spill of that down your throat. I noticed there was a major
spill toward the end of the night that I saw Freakboy clean but I don't know who was the
culprit. If it was Spillboy, I would like to know.
Speaking of Freakboy, It is rumored he was giving us some good stuff.
I didn't see too much dancing but he was urging the drummers on at time and caught us all
off guard with a late night donning on the skirt.
It was a weird night because Larry provides much of the substance of
Deadstein, and without him there there was slack to reel in. Trister handled the guitar
part and Rich and I split the singing part. There were some real squeekers, but overall,
the vocals were in no way a significant hindrance on the enjoyment of the night.
Considering, we didn't have the stabilizing assistance of Larry, it
is pretty surprising how solidly we played and how few problems there were.
Got the new MXR EQ in the room but was tweaked well enough to be
proper.
Larry M. was asking for a Trister monitor during the first song, but
I'm glad he had the patients for Andy to turn up the volume instead of Larry. As time went
on, Trister found his space and I'm sure no one needed additional monitors to muddy up the
freakiness.
Eating Comments:
Mercados Italian food. The home of the six foot sub was Deadstein's
Epicurean home for the night. New on the list, not outstanding but adequate.
We ate before playing and it was a good thing because we played
virtually the whole set list. Only stopping for a good reason.
Heroes included veal, chicken and meatball parm. The meat was good,
the cheese was good but funky and the bread was the weakest point. The salad was nice but
the requirement of dressing it yourself limited much of its potential. It didn't have time
to marinate.
Rice balls with internal cheese and mozzarella sticks rounded the
card. Cokes remained and the rumored bag of cookies never appeared.
One thing the Stardust Dine-o-Mat taught me was to never over
estimate a restaurant's first impression.
First Set Comments
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The Stranger may have been the weakest song of the
night. Sounds, tempos and even my newly strung were using the song to get accustomed to
the atmosphere In addition, there wasn't enough freakiness going on.
We rectified all of the above by the Peggy-O and it was pretty, quiet
and pretty quiet (mutually exclusive of each other). Rich sang it. The lead was
unbelievable. There was one point during it where it was going along beautifully and
during the duration of to chord changes Kevin and I basically stopped played, listened for
a bit as the lead perfectly closed out the silence as we all joined in. It was one of the
many magic moments.
The Cassidy smoked, I sang it. The jam was hot, relatively short and
not as frantic as a standard Deadstein Cassidy. The whip worked and the reprised without a
surprise.
I sang Dire Wolf. It was a real challenge but I pulled through. The
lead was great to take a part of.
Rooster had some really good Trister moments. I sang it and also took
a normal lead, not a slide lead. The entire second lead went one round too many. Other
minor faux-pas included Trister only taking one round of lead during the two round first
lead. Rich also made a similar type of minor glitch. Even with these minor flaws, it was
smokin'.
No matter how comfortable this great chair is, it's 1:30 a.m. and I'm
getting tired. I going to just post segments for my memory herein below and will hopefully
substitute the fragments with complete sentences.
The Jed had structural flaws in format as we entered the jam after
only 2 rounds of verses. The jam itself was good. Rich sang
She belongs to me was sweet and quiet.
Second Set Comments
I sang the China Cat. Johnny had some classics body gyrations as he
sang the "I wished I was a headlight" line.
Samson was super hot, really clean , piercing notes throughout. Very
authentic.
Trister sang the He's Gone and was well played
Rich sang the Other One. It was a Blitzkrieg
I sang the Wharf Rat
I sang the Around and Around. We never got the the key change as Kevy
went into the fast jam before the last verse.
Weather
Considering there were glimmers of Fall outside, it was relatively warm
inside.